Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Oneida to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
MDC,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.